"Kate…" he said, his voice taking on a chiding tone. "What are you up to? Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I'm trying to have a shower."
When I started to rinse off my hair, he leaned over me, his hands on the wall on either side of me, so that I was effectively confined against the shower wall.
"Katherine…"
I waited, not saying anything. Not doing anything. Drake's dark hair was wet, his black lashes clumped together, his blue eyes intense. The expression on his face was something between amusement and anger. I couldn’t help but see his lovely erection jutting out from his body.
Why wouldn't he press himself against me and take me the way I wanted him to?
"What are you doing?" he said again.
I blinked several times. Then I realized I was being unfair and breaking the rules at the same time. I knew better than to try to seduce him. I agreed to his terms – that he decided the timing and manner of our sexual encounters. Yet, here I was naked, wet, soapy, bending over knowing how much he would be unable to resist the view. I was topping from the bottom.
I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just that," I said and shrugged my shoulder, looking away from his very intense expression.
"It's just that what?"
I said nothing, merely looked back at him, searching his eyes for his mood. I didn’t want to cause a problem. I just needed him.
"I'm… horny."
He smiled down at me, a wicked look in his eyes. "Why Ms. Bennet, I do believe you've been trying to seduce me with your nice wet body and soapy hands lathering your nether regions."
"My nether regions?" I smiled up at him, deliberately coy.
"May I remind you that we have an agreement?"
"I know we do but we agreed to be spontaneous sometimes, and you're obviously hard and, well. I thought…"
"When it comes to sex, it's not your place to think, Katherine. That's my job. But I'm glad you finally told me why you're being deliberately disobedient, trying to seduce me."
"You are?" I said, hoping he'd maybe come up with a quick scene we could play out so I could be taken the way I wanted and needed.
"Yes," he said and moved a bit closer. "That way I'll know why I'm spanking you."
I frowned. That was not what I wanted to hear. I closed my eyes. "Drake, I need you." I opened my eyes and stared into his, unashamed. "Either that, or let me masturbate."
He shook his head. "No," he said. "We'll do something later this afternoon. I haven’t decided what just yet, but I want you nice and wet and desperate when the time comes."
"I'm nice and wet and desperate right now," I said, frustration filling me, my fists clenching.
"I know it's been a while, but I've been under the weather. You can wait."
I exhaled heavily. Submit, Kate, my mind screamed. Give in. This is not something you want to fight over.
I turned and ducked under his arm, exiting the shower and pulling my towel around me. I was angry and frustrated, the ache in my groin nagging me. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together. I wanted to lie on the bed and rub out a quick orgasm to relive my arousal.
I knew that I was being a bad submissive.
Drake left the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, his still-semi-hard erection straining against the fabric.
"No one said it would be easy, Kate."
I shot him a glance and frowned. "It doesn't make sense," I said, so frustrated. "I'm horny and you’re hard. We should just … fuck. It's been almost a week."
"I don't want to just fuck. That's an end to it, Katherine," he said as if trying to remind me of the direction of our power exchange. I knew it was his decision but I’d never felt so aroused outside of our encounters. I never felt deprived. I felt that way now.